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Melusine remembered a thin man of sour aspect, living—like her father and
his wife Suzanne—off the vicomte’s bounty. The Old Mint. “Thanks, I’m not very fond of coffee,” Anna answered, “and I hate music. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. Gerald studied the darkness beyond the aperture. "
This she did carefully, but inwardly commenting that he was still in the realm of
strange fancies.
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